Wordplay Worries and Metaphorical Maladies
Wordplay Worries & Metaphorical Maladies
The duel of the cruel, bad and worse trading bombs
Amazed the dried pen can still write from wrong
Gone from good this barrage bruises the cold shoulder
Cuz this flurry from hell will make it freeze over
S’now way I can hide, my demons have arrived
Subtracting the lives that used to multiply and divide
My demise Capitalized, I’ve tried to make amends
Fuck being stabbed, I was nuked in the back by friends
It’s a fact I’m off track, train of thought derailed
Pointing up first, then to where Christ was nailed
Life showed me the ropes, fuckin noose and all
Knocked back for the count…..down til my fall
Ear pressed to the ground, listening for hints
For the time to draw the line, with a razor on my wrists
No need for this, shit I know heaven sent
This chip on my shoulder, cuz the axe missed my neck
A mission towards revision, keeping prophets guessing
Squinting and wishing, I wasn’t blindsided by vision
Problems are funneled, joy’s become unbundled
The light is blocked, by the collapse of the tunnel
Turn away God, asking forgiveness with slits
But now I’m free…….falling to the fiery pits
Hell’s fantasy tragically, has to be a tragedy
These are my wordplay worries, and metaphorical maladies